untitled two

trying to work through my thoughts right now.

i am tired of talking about you

like you were the worst thing

to ever happen to me

 

i want to be able to talk about us

and all the good times we had

but maybe that’s even harder

 

what’s worth more?

 

the way your angelic arms

wrapped around my body

holding it and my soul close to

gravity

or

the way your icy cold fingers

danced across that iPhone screen

with the message we need to talk

 

the way your lips would curl

around mine as you whispered,

silently,

how much you loved me

or

how I felt when you held my heart out

in front of you

and squeezed it

 

i am not ignoring the pain,

i am living through it,

i have become the swirling cloud

that is Pain.

 

but what hurts more;

living the pain through

the love you neglected to show me

or

taking in the natural aura of niceness that

existed inside you

and transforming it into an entity I saw as

love

 

(you need to realize he didn’t love you)